As a Crystal Palace fan and season ticket holder during the Jordan years, this was always going to be compulsory reading. And in terms of readability, it certainly did not disappoint, although it may obviously not be of as much interest to non-supporters.
The first half of the book I thoroughly enjoyed - Jordan's rise to club ownership, and his views on particular individuals, were both eye-opening, frank and insightful. It emphasised the difference in perspective that existed between the view from the terraces and from the boardroom, and the rather archaic manner (compared to other businesses) in which the game at large was run. Jordan does not spare us his frustrations. But there is a nagging feeling that, given that we already know the denouement, the number of people he upset along way was always likely to come back to haunt him later.
The second half of the book is more like a Greek tragedy, and as a supporter, brought back a lot of painful memories. That said, I could not put it down. This behind the scenes view, albeit from Jordan's perspective, describes well the agony he was going through to save the club right up to the end, despite having made some decisions that probably contributed to its downfall. Although he may have been short of cashflow at the end, he was certainly not short of passion for his club. His resilience until the bitter end is admirable.
There is a bit too much hyperbole and self-aggrandisement (for example, a few too many references to 'the luxurious Grosvenor House, my London home'), but I suspect this is also a part of his character, and in that sense, important context to the events that unfolded. An epilogue on 'life after Palace' and what he did next would have also been of interest, and hopefully a further good example of his own spirit.